Bound To Me (Leather #1) Page 15

  A look of shock passed over her face only to be erased by polite impassiveness seconds later. “Okay, I’ll be here.”

  The three of them watched Collin walk away in his white tux coat and black slacks. Addison sighed. “What is up with that? We didn’t come here together.”

  Showtime. “You’ve got bigger problems.”

  “What are you talking about?” Addison’s wide eyes swung around the room.

  Neely turned Addison around to face the bar. “Decland Wallace is right over there.”

  “What? Where?” The excited tension in her voice rose slightly as she searched him out.

  Neely leaned over her shoulder, whispering in her ear, “He’s standing next to that Barbie doll, chatting her up.”

  Jeffrey nearly spit his champagne all over the two friends. “Oh, my God.”

  “What? What?” Addison still hadn’t spotted him.

  “That blond Barbie is Jenna. And it looks like she’s got her climbing gear on.”

  Jeffrey reached in front of her, pointing toward the bar. As Addison followed the direction of his finger, her eyes narrowed when she spotted Decland. “Mother fucker.”

  That’s right. Get mad. Neely had to hide her smile. “What are you gonna do?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Nothing?” she and Jeffrey said in unison, utterly shocked.

  “You are not going to do nothing! Now is the time for action,” Neely demanded.

  “He clearly made his decision. I fucked things up, and he’s moving on. I’m not going to go over there.” Addison sighed, her shoulders hunching in defeat.

  “Who are you right now?” Neely snapped. She shoved Jeffrey in the shoulder, silently urging him to speak up.

  “What can I do?” Addison shrugged.

  “Go over there and mark your territory. You’re Doctor Addison Tyler, for fuck’s sake. World renowned sex therapist. You don’t tuck tail and run from a little competition,” Nelly insisted. There was no way her bestie was going to throw a pity party while giving up the possible love of her life.

  “Oh, I don’t know. He’s already over there. What would I say?”

  Jeffrey stepped in front of Addison. “Um… gee, I don’t know. Maybe you go over there and ask him exactly what the fuck he thinks he’s doing?”

  “That makes no sense. I can’t act like a jealous girlfriend. I’m nothing to him.”

  “Ugh, honey, stop whining. A man doesn’t show up at your office, bring you flowers, listen to you deal with two other men, then demand a commitment if they give up so easily. He’s just pissed at you. So go give him a reason not to be pissed.” Jeffrey winked playfully then moved back behind her.

  It was time for Addison to become the bitch Neely knew she could be. “Fine, then. Don’t do anything.”

  “What do you mean, ‘don’t do anything’?” Addison questioned.

  “I mean, if all you’re going to do is stand here and let bimbo over there have him, then let’s get drunk then cry about it later.” Neely knew her words were harsh, but if Addison was going to get him, she needed a serious fire lit under her ass. She smacked Jeffrey, motioning behind Addison’s back, telling him to get on board.

  “Honestly, if you think a girl like Jenna should have what clearly belongs to you, then by all means, sit here like a pus.” He snickered.

  “You’re right,” Addison snapped.

  “We are?” Neely could feel the seeds of doubt creeping into her plan.

  “Yeah, the fuckable bastard is mine. And if he’s going to be too much of an ass to realize it, then I’ll just make him.” Just as Addison decided to go get her man, they watched Jenna lean into Decland, her breasts practically sitting on his arm.

  “Oh, hell no,” Addison snapped as she gathered her dress and stormed off in Decland’s direction.

  Neely couldn’t help but smile. “Job well done, my friend.”

  Jeffrey blew on his nails then rubbed them on his suit. “I know. I’m good like that.”

  Just as Neely started to giggle, she gave Jeffrey an oh-so-subtle high five. “Mission accomplished.”

  “I like her so much better when she’s getting laid.”

  ***

  Of all the nerve, letting her put her boobs on his arm. The closer she got to him, the more fired up she became. Jealousy ate at her soul with every step she took. She could only imagine what she looked like storming toward him in her gown. Once she reached them, she didn’t wait for either of them to acknowledge her presence. Not caring what they thought of her, she practically placed herself between them, her hands on hips.

  “Hello, Decland.” She snapped his name like he was in trouble.

  “Doctor Tyler, so nice to see you again.” His voice was easy, smooth, showing no hint of tension, which just pissed her off even more. “I believe you know Jenna.”

  Jenna leaned in, giving Addison the fake cheek air kiss. “Doctor Tyler, hello. I was just telling Decland how invaluable you’ve been to me. How do you know each other?”

  Decland chuckled a humorless laugh. “It’s complicated. But essentially, we met in a club a couple weeks ago.”

  Jenna’s high-pitched laugh caused some of the surrounding party-goers to pause in their conversations as they turned to look at the ruckus. “I didn’t think you were the club type.”

  “Oh, Addison only likes very exclusive clubs.” She watched him tip his glass to his lips allowing some of the dark fluid to slide into his mouth. His eyes focused completely on Addison, like he was undressing her at that very moment.

  Jenna giggled, calling more attention to herself. “I guess I can understand that. But like I was saying, Doctor Tyler has helped me so much.”

  As Jenna spoke, Addison tuned her out while shooting daggers at Decland with her eyes. If she couldn’t say how annoyed she was, then she sure as shit would use every other trick in the book. “Oh, really?”

  “Oh, yes. I’d say that because of you, men will have a hard time leaving my bed,” Jenna bragged.

  Addison swallowed the sarcastic comment she wanted to say, choosing instead to remain professional. “I’m glad I could help.”

  Decland just chuckled, looking like he was thoroughly enjoying giving Addison a dose of her own medicine. She could see why he was annoyed about what’d happened in the office because this shit with Jenna being a stage five clinger was infuriating. Who that hell did she think she was? Hanging on the man who Addison banged until she could no longer stand.

  Decland flashed Addison a mischievous smile like he knew exactly what was going through her head. “I think Doctor Tyler has knowledge and skills the world hasn’t even seen yet.”

  “I know, right?” Jenna agreed, missing the sexual innuendo that was clearly meant to ruffle Addison.

  Enough was enough. “Could I talk to you privately?”

  “Me? Wouldn’t it be rude to leave Jenna here all alone?” he teased.

  Addison grabbed Decland’s hand dragging him away from Jenna. “She won’t mind. Will you, Jenna?”

  Before Jenna could answer, Addison had already pulled Decland halfway through the room. She could hear his soft chuckle as he allowed himself to be dragged behind her. Addison whirled on him just as they reached the entrance to the party, ready to kick him in the balls if need be. “What’s so funny?”

  “You are,” he answered simply.

  “I am?” she snapped. The patrons around her turned to watch what looked like the beginning of a disagreement. With a frustrated grunt, she grabbed his hand again, dragging him through the door, down multiple corridors until the sounds of the party had faded away.

  Deep in the Met, stark beige walls met plain marble floors. Multiple doors lined the hall, each door looking like an escape route to another world. Addison wanted to push through one of the doors, just to get away from the cold area that was bare of any artwork. The overhead fluorescent lighting was similar to that of an industrial building, not the beauty the Metropolitan Museum was known for. She paused and loo
ked around, knowing she’d gotten them both lost. She dropped his hand then turned to face him and leaned up against the wall behind her. Decland leaned against the opposite wall. Both not saying a word; both staring each other down. Silence hung heavy between them.

  Addison didn’t know if she wanted to kiss him or slap him. Damn the fuckable bastard in his well-fitted tux, perfect just-fucked hair, and smoldering eyes. She let out a frustrated huff as she crossed her arms over her chest. Still refusing to say a word, she narrowed her eyes at him in annoyance.

  His eyes glanced up and down the hall. “What am I doing down here, Addison?”

  “Ugh, you are just so annoying.”

  “How am I the annoying one?” His calm, controlled tone only irritated her further.

  “What are you doing flirting with that girl?” She pushed off the wall, glaring at him.

  He shrugged. “I didn’t think it mattered to you. Or at least that’s what I gathered from our conversation the other day.”

  “I called you after that, and you didn’t answer my calls.”

  “I’m not the kind of man who asks more than once. Nor do I play those games.”

  “I don’t play games,” she insisted.

  He stepped away from the wall, coming closer to her. “Oh, but you do, Addison. Isn’t this the game? Never letting anyone close enough? I’m not your ex-douchebag fiancé.”

  “I know that.” She took a step closer. They were nearly chest to chest.

  “Do you?” He looked down at her, his eyes drawing her in like a moth to a flame.

  Her heart leapt. She could feel the heat coming off of his muscled torso. He stood only a hair’s width away, yet it seemed as though they were miles apart. He pressed his body up against hers, winding his arms around her, pulling her into his vise-like grip. As she melted against him, he slanted his lips over hers, probing gently with his tongue, coaxing her to open her lips, allowing him to taste her. With the slightest moan into his mouth, she felt her back slammed up against the wall.

  “Addison,” he whispered, only breaking the kiss to rub his cheek against hers. She could feel the firm softness of lips brush her ear. “Give in to me.”

  With four little words, she knew she was done for. Giving her mouth to him, she rubbed her tongue over his lips, sighing as he lifted her off the ground, forcing her to wrap her legs around him. Her dress draped all around them, they crashed into walls and doors as he tried each knob looking for an open one. With a click, one of the doors finally swung open allowing them to tumble in. He dropped her to her feet as they both struggled to regain their balance. They stood a few feet apart catching their breath.

  Addison paused, looking around. “Where are we?”

  Decland slammed the door shut locking it from the inside. “I’m guessing some kind of linen room?”

  The walls were lined with shelves of folded tablecloths, napkins and skirts used to dress tables. As her eyes lingered over Decland, she couldn’t help but stare at the bulge in his pants. Her steps were slow and sure as she pressed her body up against his, allowing her hand to lie gently on the stiff length in his pants. His breath hissed out accompanied by a low growl of approval as she cupped him gently.

  He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing. “What is it that you want, Addison?”

  “I feel the need to mark my territory.”

  He raised his eyebrow questioningly. “What exactly do you consider your territory?”

  Shifting up on her toes, she leaned in, kissing his neck. His body stiffened. “You.”

  With a growl, he scooped her up. Making his way to the back of the room, he pulled tablecloths off the shelves, throwing them wildly to the floor. Addison pushed him into the wall, feeling like she wanted to rip off all his clothes just to see the hard planes of his body. She licked her lips, wanting to run her tongue over every inch of him. She tugged at his belt, unfastening it. With her nimble touch, she slid her hand into his pants, winding her fingers around his hard shaft. With the first pump of her hand, he hissed, groaning into her mouth as his hips bucked forward. His hands seemed to be everywhere all at the same time; still, it wasn’t enough for her. “Pull my dress up.”

  “Hmm, demanding. I like it.” Inch by inch, he pulled the deep blue lace material up her legs. The cool, damp air caressed her feverish skin as his fingers trailed upward, gathering the fabric in his hands. His hand dug into her hip, pulling her closer. She could feel the hard press of him up against her body. A deep, throaty moan was dragged from her lips as she kissed his neck, his jaw. Her fingers wound in his hair as she took his lips once more.

  With deft fingers, he slid his hand over her lower stomach, sliding them beneath her silky underwear. He groaned as he parted her damp flesh, using his finger to spread the creamy wetness up over her clit. As his fingers slid over her sensitive nub in slow, teasing circles, her knees buckled under the shock of pleasure. Decland barely caught her as they slid to the floor, landing on the tablecloths he’d knocked over. She giggled as she held onto his arm, feeling completely relaxed for the first time in days.

  “I like the sound of that.” He smiled at her, pulling her to straddle his lap.

  Addison followed the direction of his guiding hand easily. “Like the sound of what?”

  “Your laughter.” He leaned his back up against the wall, his legs extended out in front of him.

  Addison tugged at his pants, forcing his hips up between them. She slid his pants down just enough to allow his ridged cock to spring free. As she crawled back up his body, Decland pulled her dress from between them. With her knees spread wide, she straddled his waist. He hooked his finger into her panties, pulling them to the side. She could feel the tip of his cock brush against her throbbing core.

  She moaned deep in her throat. “I want you.”

  Sliding down, she allowed herself to part over his stiffness, taking him in slowly, stretching herself over him. He grit his teeth, digging his fingers into her hip. Forcing herself lower, she could feel her body accommodating his ridged shaft. She closed her eyes, focusing on taking all of him into her. Decland waited patiently as she adjusted to his size. Once she felt her hips meet his, she knew she’d taken his large cock in to the hilt. With a half-lidded gaze, she watched his expression change from one of control to one of pleasure as she slid up and down on him. As much as Addison wanted to watch him gliding into her, coated in her pleasure, there was something very sexy about the two of them being completely covered by her dress. Like their pleasure was only something the two of them knew about, a secret only they could share. She could feel the wetness coating her inner thighs.

  “So good,” he said through clenched teeth as he pumped his hips up into her.

  They were face to face. With each pump of his cock, their connection began to sizzle. His eyes never wavered from hers as he brushed his hands down her neck, over her shoulder, caressing her backside through the dress. His fingers held onto her, guiding her at the rhythm he knew would bring them both pleasure. Addison threw her arms around his neck, crying out. “More! I need more.”

  Decland wound his arm around her waist. Addison felt herself being lifted up, flipped around then planted squarely on her back. Decland pulled off his jacket, throwing it behind him. He placed his arms like pillars on each side of her head. Addison could feel her eyes go wide. This was not a man who simply fucked. This was a man who devoured.

  His bright emerald eyes bore into her. “Who do you belong to?”

  She questioned, not knowing if she’d heard him. “What?”

  He speared into her, his hips smacking into hers. Addison’s hand landed with a slap as she clutched his ass, squeezing him to her. She cried out, wrapping her legs around his. Decland paused once again. “Who do you belong to?”

  “You,” she moaned.

  He slammed into her again. “Say it again.”

  “You. Oh, God, I belong to you.” She pulled his ass toward her, begging for him to fuck her harder.

  “Look
at me,” he demanded. His gaze was soft as he whispered, “I want you, Addison. Not just this sweet little cunny of yours.” He circled his hips, grinding into her. She squirmed as she melted around him. “You need to be all mine.”

  She nodded, wanting everything from him. She whispered in a solemn promise, “I’m yours.”

  With his eyes locked on hers, he leaned in kissing her mouth tenderly, pressing his body along hers and wrapping himself around her. His arm encircled her back, while his other hand ran over her cheek tenderly as he circled his hips. It wasn’t a stabbing thrust but a slow roll of the hips. The room was silent but for their breathing that seemed to sync together as the roughness of the moment before faded away into a dancing rhythm, one that allowed his body to grind up against hers. It was an unhurried pace that offered her to feel every inch of his pumping shaft brushing her insides as his pelvis ground against her sensitive nub on the outside. In the middle of a party, fully dressed, she could feel the threads of her need for him sink deeper into her soul as her body quickened around him. Her inner muscles squeezed him as she built herself up to that place that would make her feel like flying.

  “Fuck, Peach. I feel you squeezing me,” he grated in her ear as he ran his tongue up her neck.

  He quickened his pace slightly, giving her just enough to continue building. She moaned. “More… please, more.”

  “Yeah, baby, I want to feel you come on my cock.” He pumped harder.

  As ecstasy shot through her system, her back arched up off the floor, a deep moan escaping her lips before he slanted his mouth over hers silencing her cry. Still, he kept on pumping, wringing every last bit of pleasure from her. His pace became frantic, hitching for just a moment before she felt his heavy cock pulsing deep in her, filling her with his pleasure. As she watched him come, she loved the way his jaw flexed each time she felt his cock twitch.

  A small drop of sweat fell from his chin onto her neck. As his cock began to still inside of her, he leaned in kissing her lips tenderly. “Don’t forget, you belong to me now.”

  Addison giggled. “Don’t you forget it, either.”